Rainy days turn dreary
All wet and weary
Hoping for relief
From incessant downpours

Awaiting a change
Of the Season in question
Life is circle
Of seasons in cycles

Each births and gives way
For another, on its way.
Amidst it all
Are those little glimmers of hope

Understated and unsaid
Unseen and unspoken
Little joys of being
That makes you make it…

Through yet another day.

These glimmers of hope
Though seasons may change
Hope is here to stay!

Savvy

Well, this one turned out to be a really long walk through the seasons!🙂 But seriously, as I started thinking of the changing seasons, with winter knocking our welcome door, I realised how much harsh winter could get for someone far away as well. So it goes for the other seasons…

Yet every season is a magical gift, and leaves us with glimmers of hope!

We do need our seasons to come and go like they always do, one after the other for then, all is well with our world. 🙂

Great Sunday morning! And Thank you Dr Sridhar. It was simply words that jump out at the mention of a season. Today I have shared my mothers poem which she wrote upon reading tbis one. Perhaps you would like to take a look!